Although I’m a life-long reader of limericks, I’ve only been able to write one:
There was a young man from Hastings
His hobby of choice was wine-tastings
He once got so drunk
He stepped on a skunk
And was promptly evicted from Hastings.
He awoke by the side of a river
With a terrible pain in his liver
“No more wine for me!”
He shouted with glee
Henceforth he was alcohol-free.
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